I Didn't Ask For A Bodyguard!

♀: "From one awkward situation to the next."

^Aria eating hamburger

**Not Edited (Please ignore the grammar and spelling mistakes. ;A;)**

"Life is like a bicycle- to keep your balance, you have to keep moving."

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♀ Aria POV ♀

"Okay I know I said you were coming with me to the bathroom with me, but I was totally lying," I stated, looking over my shoulder and pointedly giving Aaron a look. "Like, seriously, it was just the adrenaline speaking. Don't actually follow me to the bathroom. It's creepy."

"The last time you told me not to follow you, you almost got killed," Aaron stated, giving me a pointed look back.

"Okay, yeah, well, it was that one time. No one is going to shoot me in the bathroom. No one gets killed in the bathroom."

"Elvis Presley died in the bathroom."

"Yeah, because of a heart attack. I don't think I'm going to get a heart attack anytime soon."

"Okay, fine," Aaron shrugged before listing off names, a finger raised for every name he gave. "Nancy Spungen died in 1978 of a stab wound in the stomach. Jack Nance died in 1996 of blunt force trauma to the head and was found dead on the bathroom floor. Christopher Drexler was born and then killed by his own mother in a bathroom during his mother's high school prom in 1997. Hideto Matsumoto was found dead in 1998, strangled by a towel tied to the bathroom floor- the cause of his death is undetermined because no one knows for sure whether it was intentional or accidental. 5 children died in 2001 drowned in the bathtub of their family home-"

"OKAY OKAY STOP THIS IS DEPRESSING!" I yelled, flailing and attempting to shut Aaron up. "HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW THESE THINGS?!"

"I need to know ways that people can be killed," Aaron answered vaguely.

"Well that doesn't sound creepy or serial-killer like at all," I muttered. "Continue creeping."

"I don't need your permission to be creepy," Aaron said, waving a hand as if dismissing me. "Now go to the bathroom."

"Really playing that creeper card," I muttered, sighing heavily as Aaron stood outside the bathroom door.

"Gonna play all the cards you give me," Aaron hummed, grinning wickedly.

Creepy, evil, and good looking.

I sure know how to pick my bodyguards.

~*~*~*~*~

“Get out of the car Aria.” Aaron said sternly. “You’ve been sitting here for ten minutes.”

"Yeah…. No," I said, eyeing the large crowd of girls outside all waiting for Aaron to get out. If I went out there now, I was going to get crushed. Death by fangirls. I wonder if I'd be the first case. I should ask Aaron. He'd probably know.

"Here's a plan!" I exclaimed excitedly, clapping my hands together. "How about you get out first, and  sacrifice yourself to the masses and I'll go after you get out! Sounds great right?"

"No. Now get out," Aaron said sternly.

“No! Once I go out, I’ll be trampled by the stampede of girls waiting outside!” I argued. "Have you seen those heels some of these girls are wearing?! I would break my neck if I tried those things on. If someone stepped on me with those heels, I'd be stabbed to death."

“Aria, get out. You’re taking up space,” My grandpa grouched, shoving me even closer to the window.

Oops. Forgot my grandpa was in the car too.